One can only hope that executing people is one of the things we don’t want to return to.
Humans are not doomed to failure and we can do better. History says we can.
Time for restoring our place on earth is running out.
Their full humanity, dignity, and willingness to work must have stung them every morning as they watched those who were stronger walking to their gainful employment while the human leftovers stayed in the market, kept there only by vain hope.
When the flood waters of my existential anxiety about what my life is supposed to be about recede, so will the usefulness of all the things I clung to in order to survive the storm of my uncertainty.